Busta Rhymes - Do It To Death Lyrics
Huh huh-huh huh-huh huh huh-huh-huh huhHuh huh-huh huh huh-huh huh-huh-huh huhHuh huh-huh, huh huh woooh!!!Woo-woo-woo-wooh!!!Woo woo woooohYeah, everybody, cmonHere we go party people wooohPull up in the whip, pop the trunk, feel it?Fear for the will of baboon funk, ya hear it?Me and my nigga richie was itchy to meet some womenMet some chickens, they was actin so snobby and *****y, ***** itPass me the sticky,The chicky wanted to leave me with a kiss and a hickieI aint wit it but give me a quickyI aint in to doin the licky-lickyEven though you be lookin so pretty,I own all of my shit, never 50-50Oodle noodles all dose fools never refuseAccuse me for the bruiseChick outta rattle and sound, better tighten the screwsRunnin and gunnin, kinda stunninThe way we be comin around, slummin, wylin and dollinMy nigga horace kick up a nigga like chuck norrisGot some other niggas lost way up in the forestHang you up in a harness, label me and all of my niggas the hardest***** around, be the next formerly known as artistLayed out with a goddess, pretty lilly adonisBesides all of that, niggas is nomous, I make you all a promiseThe promise is that Im so dominant and that I am so prominentCaptured the whole of asia as a continentOh shit, I be comin and tumblin downRumblin, stumblin downFreaky prophet with unusual musical soundBringin the ruckus, you mother*****ers be givin me poundsSo many sound, give me the camcorder and a city with plansMe and my fam, hustle and tussle in makin this groove, me and my mansHow we gon do this? (make them move)Keepin it live (where my niggas is at? )Stackin my paper (put it awat safe)Straight buckwild, let me see your handsWhat we gon do? (do it to death)What we gon do? (we gon do it to death)What we gon do? (do it to death)What we gon do? (do it to death)Yo! pin or a needle, make you wobble or weebleNiggas is feeble, back in the day I used to get money illegalGet some ass, cop a room down at the regalHit you wit so much drama make niggas always wait for the sequelYo there aint no equal on how we be reppin for the peopleYo there really aint no equal.....Ask hillary, met her down on flatbush and tilloryShe killin me, got me crazy, wylin, actin straight grizzlyWe never made it too far together,I left her standin on franklin and willoughbyAnother mystery to meWhile she still on the corner kissin at me, hissin at meIgnorin these *****es, theyre angry, now theyre riffin at meVital and critical, literal lyrical, make niggas pitifulGo to the clinical, examine your physicalFrightening and enlightening at the same timeGet the goods and price them, and doin the heist againYou thinkin we would be nice againWe on a mission, we dont need none of your advice againHold me down baby, pitter patter, you chitter chatter too muchIma splitter splatter your blidder bladder,Make you spill out your gutsHow we gon do this? (make them move)Keepin it live (where my niggas is at? )Stackin my paper (put it awat safe)Straight buckwild, let me see your handsWhat we gon do? (do it to death)What we gon do? (we gon do it to death)What we gon do? (do it to death)What we gon do? (do it to death)Flipmode squad, hell yeah!How we gon do? (we gon do it to death)Flipmode squad, hell yeah!How we gon do? (we gon do it to death)How we gon do? (we gon do it to death)Aiyo, how we gon do? (we gon do it to death)How we gon do? (we gon do it to death)How we gon do? (we gon do it to death)Aiyo, flipmode squad, hell yeah!How we gon do? (we gon do it to death)How we gon do? (we gon do it to death)
